Black Christmas
Edgeworth looked out of his office window and looked at the nightlights of the city. This was the time of year that he learned to love and enjoy with Wright, but that love had dried up when he left. Snow had started to descend down upon the city, so Edgeworth threw the curtains closed. He slumped down into the corner of his office. Christmas was the one time of the year that made him think of Wright the most.
The phone on Edgeworth's desk rang. He knew who was calling, for she always rang at this time of the year to make sure that he was ok. After a minuet of the phone ringing it stopped, and Edgeworth was happy about that for she had given up. Still in the corner, Edgeworth put his head between his knees and closed his eyes. He thought about the picture on his desk that portrayed him and Wright together ice skating on a lake in Europe. Wright had loved that trip, for that was his first time in Europe and it was the present that Edgeworth had given him.
A banging on the door had interrupted Edgeworth's thoughts. 'Mister Edgeworth sir! Please open the door.' Edgeworth smirked to himself for he had locked his office door when he first entered the room. He heard Gumshoe carry on and bang the door. The door itself was beginning to groan under the stress of being forced open.
Edgeworth got a knife out of his pocket. He looked at his reflection in the metal. He couldn't understand how he had been reduced to this state. Wright had always been so strong, even to the end and he was the mess. Edgeworth brought the knife to his wrist and tears started to stream down his face. He didn't want to do the next part, but the pain within him was too much for him to bear. It had been three years without Wright and he needed him more than ever.
Edgeworth pressed the blade against his skin and blood started to be drawn from the cut. He barely noticed that the door had been forced opened and that someone had gently brought the knife away from him. He also didn't notice that someone was hugging him and crying and that he too was crying into their shoulder. Edgeworth looked up into the eyes of the person who was comforting him. She had been hurt just as much as Edgeworth did when Wright left, but she had been strong. She had known that Wright was now in a better place, that he couldn't live with his illness for ever.
The rest of that Christmas evening both of them sat their crying over the person who was missing in their lives.